it's summer love
title it's summer love
pairing Jongin/Yixing
rating PG-13
length 6,140
summary There's nothing but love in the air for first time camp counselor Kim Jongin.
a/n Originally written for amaxing_loser at kaixingforyou. I felt like this was probably the start of my breather period. I returned to happier themes, and this was a barrel roll into fluff city.
“We’re here.”
With a quick pop of the trunk, Taemin turns off the engine to stretch his legs from the two hour drive. Taking one last look in the mirror, Jongin makes there’s nothing in his teeth, but really he’s trying to buy as much time as he can before facing his doom. Taemin doesn’t seem eager to wait around as he taps on the hood of the car to draw his attention, making a face that says ‘hurry the fuck up’.
It’s with great trepidation that Jongin pulls out his duffel bag from the trunk of Taemin’s car, ignoring the amusement growing in his so-called best friend’s eyes.
“Welcome to Camp Exoplanet,” Taemin reads as he paces in front of the wooden sign. “It’s cute, look there’s like a planet or something on it.” He points over and sure enough, painted in faded grey is a planet, which upon closer inspection seems to be a part of a much bigger solar system. “Astronomy camp what.”
“I can’t believe it,” Jongin says as he slings the bag strap over his shoulder. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Sure you can,” Taemin says as he slaps him on the back roughly. “You love kids I think.”
Jongin does though. He loves him because they’re angels sent from above and fill his life with happiness. He’s just never watched over any for three whole months before. Especially ones he’s never met and was going to meet for the first time, because it’s his first day as a counselor and suddenly he has a sinking feeling in his stomach like something terrible is going to happen.
“I really think I should leave.”
Taemin juts his chin out. “Well you can’t. Because you would be letting everyone down. And you would be a terrible person and all the kids would remember you as that one mean guy who left them before their time at summer camp. And it would haunt you for the rest of your life. Because you’re soft like that.”
“I really think you should shut the fuck up,” Jongin amends as he hoists the strap further over his shoulder. “The best part about this is I won’t have to hear your voice for three months.”
“See?” Taemin smiles. “Isn’t this going to be great? I won’t have to pretend I enjoy any of your stupid anime shows. You fucking weeb.”
“Fuck you.”
Taemin waves his finger. “Ah ah ah, language. You’re a counselor now, you have to be polite. You’re a role model.”
“Screw you.”
“Is that better? Man I hope camp changes you,” Taemin says. “Maybe give you some discipline or at least teach you not to scratch your ass all the time at home.
Jongin resists the itch starting on right butt cheek.
“Don’t you have a dick to choke on or something?” Jongin says, immediately withdrawing when Taemin’s eyes light up.
“I do actually,” Taemin replies, voice low, and ew Jongin really didn’t need any visual thoughts at the moment. “I should get on that.” Starting the car again, Taemin gives Jongin a final wave through the window. He looks way too happy for someone about to take a two hour long drive back to the city. “Make good choices. Don’t have too much fun.”
Jongin doesn’t reply this time, instead using his free hand to send him a crude message with his middle finger.
“Dick.”
“Hi, welcome to Camp Exoplanet!” A way too cheerful voice greets him as soon as he steps inside of the gates.
When Jongin turns to face the owner, it’s a man a bit shorter than him, but clearly more athletic. There’s a bit of lean muscle on his arms-which Jongin tries not to stare at in favor of the tight black shirt he’s wearing-and it looks like he could easily snap Jongin in half if he wanted to. Which Jongin hopes he doesn’t want to because of all the ways Jongin wanted to die, he definitely did not want to die at a summer camp.
“Hi? I’m uh, happy to be here?” Jongin replies slowly.
The man reaches out to take Jongin’s duffel bag. “I’m Yixing. I think I saw you at orientation. You must be one of the new counselors.”
“Yeah that’s, that’s me.” Yixing’s fingers look so long and slender, and Jongin swallows thickly when they graze against his skin. He tries to manage the biggest smile he can as he hands his bag over. “Kim Jongin. I’m excited for my first day!”
Yixing seems amused for reasons other than Jongin’s attempt at excitement. “That’s good to hear. We have a lot of first timers who are pretty nervous when they come here. Really. You don’t have to pretend or anything it’s okay.”
“Really?” Jongin asks quickly before realizing how desperate it sounds. “I mean, no I’m really excited!”
Yixing laughs and motions Jongin to follow him down the trail. “Relax. We’re not going to eat you or anything like that. Camp Exoplanet is a judgment free zone. Unless you like anime. Do you like anime Jongin?”
“What?” Jongin stiffens in his steps. “Me, no. Never. Not at all. Anime. What?”
“I’m kidding! I’m a big fan of anime.” Yixing laughs louder this time and punches Jongin in the arm. Jongin’s theory about Yixing’s strength is painfully true as he is sent reeling to the ground. “Woah! Are you okay?” Yixing is quick to help Jongin back on his feet, pulling him up carefully by the arm and dusting him off.
Jongin doesn’t feel anything except embarrassment. It’s going to be a long, long summer.
“Sorry, don’t know my own strength sometimes,” Yixing apologizes as he smiles, dimples forming deep in his cheeks. It’s cute, Jongin decides.
“It’s fine,” Jongin reassures. “I get pushed around much harder back home when we play football.” Yixing nods along and Jongin takes it as a cue to continue talking. “So uh, how long have you been working here?”
“Me? I’ve been here for three years.”
Jongin’s eyes grow slightly wider. “You must be a veteran at this.”
Yixing shakes his head. “Nah, I’m just naturally good with kids. It probably started back when I used to take up volunteer work at homeless shelters. Those kinds of things stick with you I think.”
“I…see.” He really doesn’t but Jongin doesn’t let him know. What he does know though, is that that bit of information gives Yixing a few points in the attractive scale.
“So what about you? I mean, not how long have you been working here, but like, what have you been doing before coming to Camp Exoplanet?”
Jongin’s train of thought immediately comes to halt. It’s not like he’s a boring person…it’s just that there isn’t really anything worthwhile about himself that he could talk about. He’s got nothing. “I’ve uh, um… I’ve been watching a lot of movies?”
There’s a noticeable amount of disinterest in the way Yixing’s eyes slightly fall at his words, but his smile is still there. It’s genuine.
Jongin keeps it inside his memories.
The cabin itself is nothing like Jongin expected it to be.
On the outside, it looks like the typical shabby cabin one would find in a low budget comedy trilogy, complete with the lopsided sign near the door. Inside, it still looks like the backdrop for a low budget film, but hey, at least it looks comfortable. He could roll with this. The air conditioning is heaven on his skin, and Jongin resists shedding his clothes right then and there.
Because that would be indecent, and Jongin isn’t like that.
There’s a few children’s drawings on the wall-at least Jongin assumes they were drawn by children-and a small collection of photos framing them. Yixing’s a major subject in the photos, and he looks just like how he greeted Jongin, cheerful and full of so much optimism.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you like children,” Jongin pipes up when he settles on the worn out couch. His butt sags against the material and that sudden urge to scratch is back. “It’s not a bad thing by the way. I think it’s awesome.”
Yixing hums as he drops Jongin’s duffel bag on the cushion next to him. It sinks at an alarming rate. “They make me happy.” The way his lips pucker with each syllable is so distracting. “I like that I’m helping these kids make some great childhood memories. It’s important, to have a good childhood. If at least one child can get a good experience out of Camp Exoplanet, then I’m happy.”
It seems there’s more to his words with the way he trails off, but it’s quickly displaced with the same smile from before.
“That’s so cute,” Jongin perks up, quickly coughing when he notices how Yixing’s staring at him. “I mean the kids, are, cute. Kids are cute.”
A low chuckle. “They sure are.”
“So, they filled me in on the basics and rules and shit during orientation, but do you have any tips about this whole, counselor thing?”
Jongin is pretty good with kids himself, but it’s his first time at a summer camp. To be honest the whole idea kind of scares him because what if he messes up? He’ll have ruined a kid’s childhood and be known as that one bad counselor forever.
“Well, I hope you don’t plan on using any bad language around the kids,” Yixing notes. As he sits down on the couch, he breaks into a peal of laughter when he notices the pout on Jongin’s face. “Just around the kids. I don’t mind it myself.” He winks, and it’s really cute, but kind of awkward? Yixing can’t seem to wink with just one eye and he ends up blinking slowly.
“Sorry,” Jongin says quietly. “I just have to-yeah, sorry. I’ll just, yeah.”
Yixing’s fond of laughing. The sound is like a soft lullaby in the air, a musical melody, and Jongin enjoys every single note. “Just be nice to the kids and help them out when they have any questions or troubles, and you’ll do just fine. Trust me, I remember my first day here at Camp Exoplanet, and the whole day I felt like I was going to throw up my stomach. I was so nervous-”
“Quick question,” Jongin cuts in. “Why do you guys say Camp Exoplanet like that?”
Yixing tilts his head. “Like what?”
“Like,” Jongin rubs at his chin. “Never mind, it’s not a big deal.”
“…”
Jongin rubs at his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, please continue.”
“So yeah, I just made sure to keep at it and everything fell into place. Trust me, just follow your instincts, be yourself, and you’ll have an easy time here.”
It seems simple enough. It’s no wonder Yixing’s been a counselor for three years; he really knows how to hand out advice.
Before Jongin can reply with his thanks, there’s a reassuring hand on his thigh, and he has to do a double take because holy shit Yixing’s hand is on his thigh. He’s rubbing gentle circles, but from how Yixing’s watching him with caring eyes, it’s obvious this is purely platonic. Like he’s pretending Jongin is one of the kids he watches over for summer camp.
“Gotcha,” is all Jongin can manage.
Yixing’s lips look best when they’re smiling.
As soon as Jongin slips into his own Camp Exoplanet shirt, he feels a bit out of character.
Staring at the mirror, Jongin wonders just what kind of evil deed he did in a past life to have so many bad feelings inside of his stomach. He feels the urge to throw up at the mere thought of meeting the kids for the first time today. Oh crap. He was going to meet the kids in less than an hour. How was he going to survive this? What if they laugh at him and give Taemin official receipts to prove that he’s a loser?
“How’s my champ doing?” Yixing says as he peeps his head through the crack of Jongin’s door.
His presence is accompanied with the smell of fresh rain, and it’s really weird. Pleasant, but weird. Jongin’s never associated someone with a scent before, but for some reason, he wants Yixing to stay near him because he just smells that nice.
“Terrible,” Jongin intones. “I think my ass is still asleep. But it could be worse. It could’ve fallen off in bed. So there’s that.” He pulls at the hem of his shirt with a lazy hand. Jongin has a habit of messing with his clothes when he gets nervous. Like now for example.
With a few quick steps, Yixing’s standing next to Jongin in front of the body mirror, a bright smile on his lips. “You’re going to do great.” His eyes drift down before for a few moments before he coughs and taps on Jongin’s shoulder. “I’m sure the kids are looking forward to meeting you. Don’t want to disappoint them.”
Jongin doesn’t really feel encouraged by Yixing’s words, but he tries to keep his optimism high just because Yixing has faith in him. It wouldn’t feel right disappointing someone who farts rainbows and sunshine-not literally of course, but from what little Jongin’s seen from him, it might as well be true.
“Sounds easy enough,” Jongin chuckles to relieve some of the tension. It helps somewhat, and he feel his shoulders loosening up. From the reflection, Jongin catches Yixing eying him intensely. “What’s up?”
This startles Yixing, who breaks into another grin. “Oh it’s…are you okay? You seem a bit tense.”
“Yeah,” Jongin laughs. “I mean, I get that a lot.”
“If you want, I can help with that.” Crossing his arms, Yixing steps to the side. “I’m pretty good with massages. Hands like heaven. At least, that’s what I’m told.” A half chuckle.
Immediately, Jongin’s gaze falls directly onto said hands, and he has to admit, they do look like they could give a mean massage. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind if Yixing could give him one because his shoulders have been giving him a bit of pain in the morning. For now, he’ll have to decline because Jongin has to face the wrath of several disappointed kids.
“Thanks, but I’ll have to pass on that,” Jongin says. “Maybe next time?”
A curt smile. “Sure.”
“If you’re a counselor, why do you look so young?”
They immediately surround Jongin when he’s introduced to the campers, and millions of beady eyes are suddenly watching him, judging him, and he’s back in grade school again. His body braces automatically for the dodgeballs that usually followed up these sorts of situations.
“Well actually I’m-” He tries to start, but the campers just have so many questions.
A particularly loud kid shouts, “Why is your hair messy?”
“What?” Jongin touches his hair subconsciously. A few waves is supposed to be attractive. He didn’t want to fall behind. Taemin kept laughing at him for putting so much effort into his appearance because, and he quotes, ‘summer camp is not that serious’. “It’s a style-”
“Can you even dance?”
Jongin huffs. “I’m like-”
“Why do you smell?” This question is emphasized when the kid in question picks his nose.
Now Jongin’s offended. Calling his dance skills into questions was just the tip of the iceberg, but saying he has bad odor? Come on. “This is cologne. I’m wearing cologne!”
“Stinky!” One of the kids shout as he pulls up he plugs up his nose with his fingers.
“I’m not-”
“Stinky! Stinky! Stinky!” They all shout in unison, like a mantra. A depressing mantra that perfectly sums up Jongin’s life so far.
He officially hates summer camp.
“Hey Jongin come sit with me.”
Jongin’s pulling his lunchbox out of the refrigerator before his ears pick up the sweet tune of Yixing calling for him. He could get used to this. Oh wait, he already has, and he’s already walking towards the table where Yixing’s sitting at.
“Hey,” Jongin says as he sits down, unzipping his box to pull out a few plastic containers.
He supposes that he should get used to the semi-gourmet food the chef prepares for them at the buffet, but the chef-Kyungsoo, Jongin thinks his name is-keeps staring at him from across the dining hall, so Jongin is just a little more than discouraged to actually try some of the food out. Besides, he put a lot of effort into his rice and fried fish and his stomach is already thanking him for some food.
“They looked like they were going to eat you alive,” Yixing says as he dips his spoon into his vegetable broth. “Sorry about that, they have to get used to you. I swear they’re good kids.”
“It’s fine.” And it is. Jongin wasn’t expecting to become instant friends with the campers on the first meeting-well, okay he was, because it would’ve been so much easier, but what’s life without a few hurdles?
Yixing’s drags the spoon back to his lips, and Jongin watches the entire thing, fully entranced by the way Yixing licks his lips in pleasure. He can’t do this.
“After breakfast, we clean the cabins. I’m sure they’ll enjoy talking to you then.”
Cleaning. That’s what Jongin wanted to do at eight in the morning.
“Yeah,” Jongin says, digging into his box of rice with a plastic spoon. “Say Yixing.” A hum is his response, and Jongin tries not to stare up at Yixing, choosing to focus on his breakfast instead. “What made you start counseling in the first place? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”
A pause. “Are we trading answers? I’ll answer your question if you answer one of mine.”
“Sure.”
“Well,” Yixing says quietly, a slow intake of breath. “I started because I uh, didn’t really get to enjoy my childhood. You could say it wasn’t exactly the best of childhoods.” There’s a way he says each word like he’s reminiscing, as if his memories are heavier than he’s revealing.
Jongin places his spoon down on the edge of his container. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me to ask. I didn’t know it was so…”
“It’s okay,” Yixing amends with a peal of laughter. The sound is drier than before, but it’s still just as sweet. “You asked, and it’s fine with me. I don’t mind.”
His eyes share the same sentiment, and Jongin feels a bit easier.
“So,” Yixing continues, swirling his spoon around at the base of his bowl. “Do you have someone special back home?”
It’s a bit of a random question, and Jongin almost knocks over his containers in surprise. Why would Yixing ask that? What kind of answer should he give him? Does Yixing share his feelings, or is it the effect of the ominous soup that’s making Yixing ask the question? Quickly, Jongin composes himself to his cool, suave image girls and boys back home used to fall for.
“Can’t say I do,” Jongin answers as his voice drops into a breathy whisper-he dubbed it the panty dropper because of how well it worked. Of course, when he used it in the past, he would wear almost nothing, but he likes to think its charm comes from the sound and not his attractive body.
Yixing’s eyes widen spectacularly as he gulps. “I uh, see.”
Jongin gleefully relishes in the way Yixing ducks away with a clandestine smile.
“Mister Jongin! That’s not how you fold a blanket!”
It’s too early in the morning to already be messing up, on simply cleaning duties no less. “I’m pretty sure this is how you fold a blanket.” Jongin pats at the haphazardly folded blanket in his arms and pouts like one of the campers.
The girl shakes her head with a, “No! No! No! You fold it like this.”
With grabby hands, she quickly takes the blanket from Jongin and immediately gets to work on folding it. Jongin’s kneels down beside her and watches with amazement. Seriously, he’s never seen someone fold a blanket so perfectly and when she’s done, it’s like a perfect square. The other campers are folding their blankets with similar precision, and Jongin is honestly a bit envious.
“Woah, that’s incredible!” Jongin pipes up as he ruffles her hair. “I hope I can learn from you. You’re like a professional blanket folder.”
The girl erupts into a bout of giggles, clutching her face with her hands before she turns to Jongin with a hug. Jongin is a bit stunned at how sudden it is, before he melts into the hug as well. This must be what Yixing is talking about when he said children make him happy.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can spot the way Yixing’s watching him with delight.
“Who’s ready for some volleyball?”
Yixing looks cute in his shorts. This is the fact that drives every single good feeling in the world. Jongin is infatuated with how perky Yixing’s little butt is as he paces around the court. It just looks so firm and squeezable and Jongin can just imagine how it would feel in his hands, all plush and soft. He quickly masks his obviousness with a cough when Yixing turns to him with a small, knowing look in his eyes.
“We’ll split into two teams. Mine, and Jongin’s.” Yixing quickly tosses the volleyball over to Jongin, who catches it before he’s rushed with a few kids jumping next to him, shouting to be on his team.
“Wait, wait,” Jongin says in between breathy laughs. “You can all be on my team okay?” There’s a chorus of cheers as the kids all jump in happiness, and it has Jongin smiling from ear to ear.
Yixing nods along before he assembles his own team of campers, taking his side of the court while Jongin does the same with his.
“So, I’ve never actually played volleyball before-” A loud groan erupts from the group of campers. “But! I’m sure you guys have. I’m counting on you guys to play the best you can okay?” The groan quickly turns into bouts of hollers as the kids all pump up for the match. They’re so enthusiastic about this.
Jongin wasn’t as sociable back when he was a kid. He remembers long days of loneliness, sitting by himself at the playground with his thoughts as company. He remembers playing with his action figures and having the characters from his favorite anime as his role models. To save the world and get rid of all the evil…that was a pipe dream as he grew up.
“Are you ready Jongin?” Yixing calls from afar, a triumphant grin plastered along his face.
But now, Jongin has better dreams. Realistic dreams. He wants to live life one day at a time and flow with the river of events, enjoying wherever it takes him. He hopes that Yixing is what he’ll find at the end.
Jongin mirrors his enthusiasm. “We’re ready!”
His team loses spectacularly.
But, seeing Yixing smile with his kids, his dimple proud along his cheeks, Jongin feels like the real winner here.
“What about you?”
Yixing’s question registers to Jongin only after they make it past the fifth corner along the mountain trail. The rucksack on his back is heavy, but Jongin’s used to the weight. Camping essentials have nothing on school textbooks. Shifting the weight over to his other shoulder, Jongin slows his steps so he’s walking side by side with Yixing.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
Yixing tilts his head as the canteens dangle on their hook. “What made you want to start counseling?”
Maybe it’s the way the sun’s beating on them now, but Yixing looks so radiant, like an angel sent from heaven. The shade from the trees filters in the sunlight and he’s sparkling. Then again, maybe Jongin’s coming down with something from sweating too much, and he only hopes he doesn’t look a complete mess.
“Uh, nothing really, exciting,” Jongin quickly says as he brushes his bangs back. It’s already starting to stick to his head from the heat, and the hours he spent on perfecting the perfect hairstyle is going down the drain. “I mean, everyone says I’m good with kids so they recommended it to me.”
Jongin tries to be nonchalant as he fusses with his hair, pouting when they start to stick in wild spikes. He wasn’t prepared for Yixing reaching over and brushing it all back, cautiously, like he’s afraid he’s already crossed too many lines. It catches Jongin off-guard, but he doesn’t mind, letting Yixing know by leaning forward a bit so he has better reach.
“You’re hair looks better like this,” Yixing says quietly as he pulls back. There’s pure fondness in his eyes.
Jongin can’t help the heat that pinks his cheeks. “Thanks?”
“It’s nothing,” Yixing’s voice is breathy. His tongue comes out to lick his lips and he’s searching for something, an answer, a confirmation.
He’s about to continue his words before one of the kids walk back from the trail to try and pull on Jongin’s hand. Immediately, his face drops and it has Jongin wondering what he was trying to say, what he was looking for. Another moment lost.
“Mister Jongin! Come on! You’re falling behind!”
Jongin recovers with a smile and takes the boy’s hand in his. “Okay, okay! I’m coming.” The dead weight of the conversation hangs on his shoulders, and Jongin musters up enough happiness to continue.
Yixing’s eyes linger on him as Jongin walks ahead.
Swimming was an activity that Jongin was looking forward to because when people think of summer, they automatically think of swimming-well, at least Jongin does.
It’s only the start of summer, but heat was already unbearable at high noon. It’s like the sun wanted to try and make Jongin’s life as miserable as it could be by making his clothes stick to him like a second skin. The thought of taking a refreshing dip in the lake was more than enough reason for Jongin to hurry up the mountain trail.
“Try to stick close to the bank and stay together!” Yixing shouts as the campers rush to jump into the lake. A mess of syllables is his reply, but they got the message.
Jongin settles beside Yixing as they watch from the shore. “So we’re lifeguards right?” He kicks at the dirt.
“That’s right. Did you want to go swimming?” There’s a teasing lilt to the end of his sentence, but Jongin can’t bring himself to feel ashamed because yes, he really wanted to.
Jongin’s shirt is already half way off before he stops. “Is it really that obvious?”
The answer doesn’t come right away. Yixing’s staring at something, and Jongin traces his gaze to realize, Yixing’s staring at his stomach. Well, the first thing that comes to mind is the fact that Yixing seems attracted to him. Why else would he want to stare at his body? The second thing is to clench the muscles in his stomach, abs becoming more prominent with definition.
There’s a strangled noise in Yixing’s throat and he’s turning away too fast to be a coincidence. So Yixing likes muscles then? Or maybe he’s just attracted to Jongin in general. Either way, Jongin is happy about this sudden realization.
“I’m going to take a dip.” Jongin says after a while, already taking off his shirt in the process. “Do you want to come too?”
Yixing can’t stare at him for more than two seconds before he has to look away, and really, Jongin shouldn’t be getting so much satisfaction in torturing the poor man like this. But he likes the attention, and he loves the way Yixing wants to look at his body. He doesn’t mind it one bit.
“No I uh, I’m good,” he intones. “You can go ahead. I’ll be here and, I’ll watch. The kids.”
Jongin’s lips spread into a smile. “If you say so.”
When Jongin walks over, the kids are already screaming as they gather near the edge of the lake. They want to play all sorts of games and Jongin can barely catch a few suggestions as he treads deeper into the water.
“It’s freezing!” he shouts while jumping back to the shore. His entire body scrunches up in pain as he shivers because he’s always been super sensitive to the cold. Crossing his arms over his chest, he sticks his bottom lip out as he whines, “How are you guys having fun? It’s so cold!”
“It is not!” the kids shout back and before they know it, they’re bickering back and forth. It only leads up to a symphony of laughter as Jongin exaggerates his reactions to the water as he steps back in.
They’re enjoying themselves, and it’s all Jongin could wish for.
“I’m going to be your dancing instructor,” Jongin explains as they gather around the concert hall.
One of the kids looks confused and raises her hand, waiting for the go ahead from Jongin to ask, “How long have you been dancing for Mister Jongin?”
“Since I was born,” Jongin answers and there’s a chorus of laughter that follows from both parties. “I’ve been dancing since I was in diapers, maybe even longer.”
As soon as the music starts, Jongin melts into the beats, the synths, slicing through the silence and sweat with each breath. This is his element, what he was made to do. It helped him in his rough times and it’s something Jongin would never trade away for anything. Each note in the air, Jongin catches it with his hands and transforms it into art, graceful and mesmerizing.
He’s closing his eyes, but he can feel everyone watching him with awe. The campers. The other counselors. Yixing.
When the music slows down to a softer tempo, Jongin opens his eyes carefully, shifting into a lighter dance. His footwork skirts along the hardwood floor, dancing atop moonlight and he’s suddenly flying through the air. He catches Yixing with his eyes and stays locked with him, losing himself within the stars inside.
Yixing’s eyes are only watching him, following him, tracing his every movement. He’s captivated, and there’s only want in his reflection.
The soundtrack finishes soon after, and the crowd roars in cheers, excitement, and applause. The hall is filled with so much noise, and it makes Jongin happy. It’s like he’s fourteen again and ending his first recital, feeling so accomplished.
So hopeful.
“Teach me!” One of the kids shout, and then everyone is asking Jongin to teach them, climbing onto the stage as they surround him with joy.
“Alright, I’ll teach everyone!”
He’s carved more memories, and they’re all filled with happiness.
The day slowly comes to an end around the campfire, with Yixing strumming his guitar and singing songs that everyone seems to know.
“Campfire songs tend to last,” Yixing explains. “Everyone just knows them because they’re iconic. Or something like that.” His fingers strum across the strings and he’s starting another melody, a brighter tone compared to the last.
Jongin’s ears perk up. “Oh! I think I know this one.”
“I do too!” One of the kids shouts as they raise their hand to give an answer. “Pick me! Pick me!”
“Okay,” Jongin cheers. “Go ahead!”
“It’s Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!” Jongin and Yixing both nod and the little girl squeals in happiness for being correct.
Glancing around the circle, Jongin studies how content everyone looks. They’ve all come here from different places, all with the same goal of enjoying their summer. To build memories that’ll last. And now, he’s a part of it all. A part of their childhood.
“Let’s have Jongin start,” Yixing suggests, and before Jongin can pass, the kids are already agreeing with little pleads.
Even Yixing joins in, making a cute little face, and even a few Pikachu noises to try and charm him. It works, if only because Jongin can’t resist him. Or maybe he can’t resist Pokemon. Hell, maybe he can’t resist Yixing and Pokemon.
“Fine, if you guys really want to hear horrible singing.” Jongin relents, and he’s swept away with the good times.
He starts off with the first line, and then the symphony of voices is all he can hear in the stillness of night. Swaying back and forth with the kids, Jongin allows himself to fall for the merriment, letting his eyes travel over until they lock with Yixing’s.
The fire illuminates Yixing with a warmth that Jongin never wants to let go.
“How did you enjoy your first day?” Yixing asks as soon as the children are tucked in their cabins.
It was hard having the children let go of Jongin, not wanting to go to bed because they love him and want to continue playing with him. Jongin assured them that he’ll be there tomorrow, and that they can have even more fun. They’re easily amused, but maybe it’s that level of innocence that Jongin misses. He misses being so young and seeing the world with eyes filled with dreams.
“I had a great time,” Jongin answers as he leans back on the steps.
The moon and the stars are high up tonight, and it’s something Jongin isn’t able to see back home. Usually the lights from the city are blinding, masking away the beauty of the night. But here, out in the open and away from the hustle and noise, Jongin is able to experience a wonder like no other.
Yixing smiles to himself. “I’m glad. I was a bit scared that you might not enjoy your time. It’s hard for people who have to experience it for the first time. But, it’s worth it.”
“It really is,” Jongin agrees. “The experiences here, they’re worth every bit of work.”
There’s undertones in the conversation that radiate in the darkness, revealing in bright, tiny sparks. Yixing still smells like fresh rain, but Jongin doesn’t find it weird anymore. Instead, he finds it intoxicating because it reminds him of what he’s been searching for.
“You kept your hair pushed back,” Yixing notes when the silence becomes heavy.
Jongin runs a hand absentmindedly through his hair. “I did, because…” The strands fall through his fingers like silk. “Of you.”
“Me?” There’s hope, Jongin thinks, in Yixing’s voice.
Jongin hums in reply, and he’s suddenly hyperaware of how close their bodies are. He’s noticing how smooth Yixing’s arms look in the light, how his chest rises with each careful breath. How his bangs fall over clear eyes and it’s too much.
“Summer is for memories right?”
Their lips brush for a fraction of a second, either side unsure of whether or not to continue. Jongin’s breathing sharply, and Yixing’s an absolute mirror, breaths parting in shallow pants. There’s a silent question, with Jongin asking if it’s okay, and Yixing answering with the affirmation. They clash, lips pressing against one another, and tongue swiping along skin for more.
Yixing’s forces back a choke when Jongin catches his bottom lip with his teeth, before sucking on it as an apology. Jongin presses his tongue inside slowly, licking up every inch he can reach, swallowing every moan that leaves Yixing’s throat.
“Jongin, I…”
A hand travels up along his chest, cautiously. Jongin lets him explore, feeling a bit adventurous, and Yixing takes his time caressing his body, every tight bit of muscle he can reach. He’s so careful with everything, and Jongin finds it amusing.
“It’s okay,” Jongin answers. “We have all summer.”
Yixing smiles into the kiss, and Jongin knows, this is where he needs to be. With the person he loves.
With Yixing.
Dear Taemin,
Summer camp is going well.
I learned a lot of cool things, and made a lot of news friends. The kids are actually cooler than you, and they’re all so wonderful.
I met someone. His name is Yixing, and I think he might be the one?
He’s smart and talented, and he’s good with kids. And, he can play the guitar!
Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything. Okay, that’s a lie. But, it’s nothing major don’t worry.
The water here is cold. Don’t bring shorts.
I think I’m warming up to Kyungsoo. He’s the chef here. I thought he hates me, but he said he stares at everyone, so I think he likes me.
Today, we’re going stargazing, and you have to come here one day at night! It’s incredible!
Oh! Before I forget, I’m attaching a photo of me and Yixing. Don’t be too jealous hahaha!
I have to go, so I’ll write to you soon!
PS. I’m writing you a letter because I want it to be authentic!
Love,
Jongin
♔
pairing Jongin/Yixing
rating PG-13
length 6,140
summary There's nothing but love in the air for first time camp counselor Kim Jongin.
a/n Originally written for amaxing_loser at kaixingforyou. I felt like this was probably the start of my breather period. I returned to happier themes, and this was a barrel roll into fluff city.
“We’re here.”
With a quick pop of the trunk, Taemin turns off the engine to stretch his legs from the two hour drive. Taking one last look in the mirror, Jongin makes there’s nothing in his teeth, but really he’s trying to buy as much time as he can before facing his doom. Taemin doesn’t seem eager to wait around as he taps on the hood of the car to draw his attention, making a face that says ‘hurry the fuck up’.
It’s with great trepidation that Jongin pulls out his duffel bag from the trunk of Taemin’s car, ignoring the amusement growing in his so-called best friend’s eyes.
“Welcome to Camp Exoplanet,” Taemin reads as he paces in front of the wooden sign. “It’s cute, look there’s like a planet or something on it.” He points over and sure enough, painted in faded grey is a planet, which upon closer inspection seems to be a part of a much bigger solar system. “Astronomy camp what.”
“I can’t believe it,” Jongin says as he slings the bag strap over his shoulder. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Sure you can,” Taemin says as he slaps him on the back roughly. “You love kids I think.”
Jongin does though. He loves him because they’re angels sent from above and fill his life with happiness. He’s just never watched over any for three whole months before. Especially ones he’s never met and was going to meet for the first time, because it’s his first day as a counselor and suddenly he has a sinking feeling in his stomach like something terrible is going to happen.
“I really think I should leave.”
Taemin juts his chin out. “Well you can’t. Because you would be letting everyone down. And you would be a terrible person and all the kids would remember you as that one mean guy who left them before their time at summer camp. And it would haunt you for the rest of your life. Because you’re soft like that.”
“I really think you should shut the fuck up,” Jongin amends as he hoists the strap further over his shoulder. “The best part about this is I won’t have to hear your voice for three months.”
“See?” Taemin smiles. “Isn’t this going to be great? I won’t have to pretend I enjoy any of your stupid anime shows. You fucking weeb.”
“Fuck you.”
Taemin waves his finger. “Ah ah ah, language. You’re a counselor now, you have to be polite. You’re a role model.”
“Screw you.”
“Is that better? Man I hope camp changes you,” Taemin says. “Maybe give you some discipline or at least teach you not to scratch your ass all the time at home.
Jongin resists the itch starting on right butt cheek.
“Don’t you have a dick to choke on or something?” Jongin says, immediately withdrawing when Taemin’s eyes light up.
“I do actually,” Taemin replies, voice low, and ew Jongin really didn’t need any visual thoughts at the moment. “I should get on that.” Starting the car again, Taemin gives Jongin a final wave through the window. He looks way too happy for someone about to take a two hour long drive back to the city. “Make good choices. Don’t have too much fun.”
Jongin doesn’t reply this time, instead using his free hand to send him a crude message with his middle finger.
“Dick.”
“Hi, welcome to Camp Exoplanet!” A way too cheerful voice greets him as soon as he steps inside of the gates.
When Jongin turns to face the owner, it’s a man a bit shorter than him, but clearly more athletic. There’s a bit of lean muscle on his arms-which Jongin tries not to stare at in favor of the tight black shirt he’s wearing-and it looks like he could easily snap Jongin in half if he wanted to. Which Jongin hopes he doesn’t want to because of all the ways Jongin wanted to die, he definitely did not want to die at a summer camp.
“Hi? I’m uh, happy to be here?” Jongin replies slowly.
The man reaches out to take Jongin’s duffel bag. “I’m Yixing. I think I saw you at orientation. You must be one of the new counselors.”
“Yeah that’s, that’s me.” Yixing’s fingers look so long and slender, and Jongin swallows thickly when they graze against his skin. He tries to manage the biggest smile he can as he hands his bag over. “Kim Jongin. I’m excited for my first day!”
Yixing seems amused for reasons other than Jongin’s attempt at excitement. “That’s good to hear. We have a lot of first timers who are pretty nervous when they come here. Really. You don’t have to pretend or anything it’s okay.”
“Really?” Jongin asks quickly before realizing how desperate it sounds. “I mean, no I’m really excited!”
Yixing laughs and motions Jongin to follow him down the trail. “Relax. We’re not going to eat you or anything like that. Camp Exoplanet is a judgment free zone. Unless you like anime. Do you like anime Jongin?”
“What?” Jongin stiffens in his steps. “Me, no. Never. Not at all. Anime. What?”
“I’m kidding! I’m a big fan of anime.” Yixing laughs louder this time and punches Jongin in the arm. Jongin’s theory about Yixing’s strength is painfully true as he is sent reeling to the ground. “Woah! Are you okay?” Yixing is quick to help Jongin back on his feet, pulling him up carefully by the arm and dusting him off.
Jongin doesn’t feel anything except embarrassment. It’s going to be a long, long summer.
“Sorry, don’t know my own strength sometimes,” Yixing apologizes as he smiles, dimples forming deep in his cheeks. It’s cute, Jongin decides.
“It’s fine,” Jongin reassures. “I get pushed around much harder back home when we play football.” Yixing nods along and Jongin takes it as a cue to continue talking. “So uh, how long have you been working here?”
“Me? I’ve been here for three years.”
Jongin’s eyes grow slightly wider. “You must be a veteran at this.”
Yixing shakes his head. “Nah, I’m just naturally good with kids. It probably started back when I used to take up volunteer work at homeless shelters. Those kinds of things stick with you I think.”
“I…see.” He really doesn’t but Jongin doesn’t let him know. What he does know though, is that that bit of information gives Yixing a few points in the attractive scale.
“So what about you? I mean, not how long have you been working here, but like, what have you been doing before coming to Camp Exoplanet?”
Jongin’s train of thought immediately comes to halt. It’s not like he’s a boring person…it’s just that there isn’t really anything worthwhile about himself that he could talk about. He’s got nothing. “I’ve uh, um… I’ve been watching a lot of movies?”
There’s a noticeable amount of disinterest in the way Yixing’s eyes slightly fall at his words, but his smile is still there. It’s genuine.
Jongin keeps it inside his memories.
The cabin itself is nothing like Jongin expected it to be.
On the outside, it looks like the typical shabby cabin one would find in a low budget comedy trilogy, complete with the lopsided sign near the door. Inside, it still looks like the backdrop for a low budget film, but hey, at least it looks comfortable. He could roll with this. The air conditioning is heaven on his skin, and Jongin resists shedding his clothes right then and there.
Because that would be indecent, and Jongin isn’t like that.
There’s a few children’s drawings on the wall-at least Jongin assumes they were drawn by children-and a small collection of photos framing them. Yixing’s a major subject in the photos, and he looks just like how he greeted Jongin, cheerful and full of so much optimism.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you like children,” Jongin pipes up when he settles on the worn out couch. His butt sags against the material and that sudden urge to scratch is back. “It’s not a bad thing by the way. I think it’s awesome.”
Yixing hums as he drops Jongin’s duffel bag on the cushion next to him. It sinks at an alarming rate. “They make me happy.” The way his lips pucker with each syllable is so distracting. “I like that I’m helping these kids make some great childhood memories. It’s important, to have a good childhood. If at least one child can get a good experience out of Camp Exoplanet, then I’m happy.”
It seems there’s more to his words with the way he trails off, but it’s quickly displaced with the same smile from before.
“That’s so cute,” Jongin perks up, quickly coughing when he notices how Yixing’s staring at him. “I mean the kids, are, cute. Kids are cute.”
A low chuckle. “They sure are.”
“So, they filled me in on the basics and rules and shit during orientation, but do you have any tips about this whole, counselor thing?”
Jongin is pretty good with kids himself, but it’s his first time at a summer camp. To be honest the whole idea kind of scares him because what if he messes up? He’ll have ruined a kid’s childhood and be known as that one bad counselor forever.
“Well, I hope you don’t plan on using any bad language around the kids,” Yixing notes. As he sits down on the couch, he breaks into a peal of laughter when he notices the pout on Jongin’s face. “Just around the kids. I don’t mind it myself.” He winks, and it’s really cute, but kind of awkward? Yixing can’t seem to wink with just one eye and he ends up blinking slowly.
“Sorry,” Jongin says quietly. “I just have to-yeah, sorry. I’ll just, yeah.”
Yixing’s fond of laughing. The sound is like a soft lullaby in the air, a musical melody, and Jongin enjoys every single note. “Just be nice to the kids and help them out when they have any questions or troubles, and you’ll do just fine. Trust me, I remember my first day here at Camp Exoplanet, and the whole day I felt like I was going to throw up my stomach. I was so nervous-”
“Quick question,” Jongin cuts in. “Why do you guys say Camp Exoplanet like that?”
Yixing tilts his head. “Like what?”
“Like,” Jongin rubs at his chin. “Never mind, it’s not a big deal.”
“…”
Jongin rubs at his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, please continue.”
“So yeah, I just made sure to keep at it and everything fell into place. Trust me, just follow your instincts, be yourself, and you’ll have an easy time here.”
It seems simple enough. It’s no wonder Yixing’s been a counselor for three years; he really knows how to hand out advice.
Before Jongin can reply with his thanks, there’s a reassuring hand on his thigh, and he has to do a double take because holy shit Yixing’s hand is on his thigh. He’s rubbing gentle circles, but from how Yixing’s watching him with caring eyes, it’s obvious this is purely platonic. Like he’s pretending Jongin is one of the kids he watches over for summer camp.
“Gotcha,” is all Jongin can manage.
Yixing’s lips look best when they’re smiling.
As soon as Jongin slips into his own Camp Exoplanet shirt, he feels a bit out of character.
Staring at the mirror, Jongin wonders just what kind of evil deed he did in a past life to have so many bad feelings inside of his stomach. He feels the urge to throw up at the mere thought of meeting the kids for the first time today. Oh crap. He was going to meet the kids in less than an hour. How was he going to survive this? What if they laugh at him and give Taemin official receipts to prove that he’s a loser?
“How’s my champ doing?” Yixing says as he peeps his head through the crack of Jongin’s door.
His presence is accompanied with the smell of fresh rain, and it’s really weird. Pleasant, but weird. Jongin’s never associated someone with a scent before, but for some reason, he wants Yixing to stay near him because he just smells that nice.
“Terrible,” Jongin intones. “I think my ass is still asleep. But it could be worse. It could’ve fallen off in bed. So there’s that.” He pulls at the hem of his shirt with a lazy hand. Jongin has a habit of messing with his clothes when he gets nervous. Like now for example.
With a few quick steps, Yixing’s standing next to Jongin in front of the body mirror, a bright smile on his lips. “You’re going to do great.” His eyes drift down before for a few moments before he coughs and taps on Jongin’s shoulder. “I’m sure the kids are looking forward to meeting you. Don’t want to disappoint them.”
Jongin doesn’t really feel encouraged by Yixing’s words, but he tries to keep his optimism high just because Yixing has faith in him. It wouldn’t feel right disappointing someone who farts rainbows and sunshine-not literally of course, but from what little Jongin’s seen from him, it might as well be true.
“Sounds easy enough,” Jongin chuckles to relieve some of the tension. It helps somewhat, and he feel his shoulders loosening up. From the reflection, Jongin catches Yixing eying him intensely. “What’s up?”
This startles Yixing, who breaks into another grin. “Oh it’s…are you okay? You seem a bit tense.”
“Yeah,” Jongin laughs. “I mean, I get that a lot.”
“If you want, I can help with that.” Crossing his arms, Yixing steps to the side. “I’m pretty good with massages. Hands like heaven. At least, that’s what I’m told.” A half chuckle.
Immediately, Jongin’s gaze falls directly onto said hands, and he has to admit, they do look like they could give a mean massage. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind if Yixing could give him one because his shoulders have been giving him a bit of pain in the morning. For now, he’ll have to decline because Jongin has to face the wrath of several disappointed kids.
“Thanks, but I’ll have to pass on that,” Jongin says. “Maybe next time?”
A curt smile. “Sure.”
“If you’re a counselor, why do you look so young?”
They immediately surround Jongin when he’s introduced to the campers, and millions of beady eyes are suddenly watching him, judging him, and he’s back in grade school again. His body braces automatically for the dodgeballs that usually followed up these sorts of situations.
“Well actually I’m-” He tries to start, but the campers just have so many questions.
A particularly loud kid shouts, “Why is your hair messy?”
“What?” Jongin touches his hair subconsciously. A few waves is supposed to be attractive. He didn’t want to fall behind. Taemin kept laughing at him for putting so much effort into his appearance because, and he quotes, ‘summer camp is not that serious’. “It’s a style-”
“Can you even dance?”
Jongin huffs. “I’m like-”
“Why do you smell?” This question is emphasized when the kid in question picks his nose.
Now Jongin’s offended. Calling his dance skills into questions was just the tip of the iceberg, but saying he has bad odor? Come on. “This is cologne. I’m wearing cologne!”
“Stinky!” One of the kids shout as he pulls up he plugs up his nose with his fingers.
“I’m not-”
“Stinky! Stinky! Stinky!” They all shout in unison, like a mantra. A depressing mantra that perfectly sums up Jongin’s life so far.
He officially hates summer camp.
“Hey Jongin come sit with me.”
Jongin’s pulling his lunchbox out of the refrigerator before his ears pick up the sweet tune of Yixing calling for him. He could get used to this. Oh wait, he already has, and he’s already walking towards the table where Yixing’s sitting at.
“Hey,” Jongin says as he sits down, unzipping his box to pull out a few plastic containers.
He supposes that he should get used to the semi-gourmet food the chef prepares for them at the buffet, but the chef-Kyungsoo, Jongin thinks his name is-keeps staring at him from across the dining hall, so Jongin is just a little more than discouraged to actually try some of the food out. Besides, he put a lot of effort into his rice and fried fish and his stomach is already thanking him for some food.
“They looked like they were going to eat you alive,” Yixing says as he dips his spoon into his vegetable broth. “Sorry about that, they have to get used to you. I swear they’re good kids.”
“It’s fine.” And it is. Jongin wasn’t expecting to become instant friends with the campers on the first meeting-well, okay he was, because it would’ve been so much easier, but what’s life without a few hurdles?
Yixing’s drags the spoon back to his lips, and Jongin watches the entire thing, fully entranced by the way Yixing licks his lips in pleasure. He can’t do this.
“After breakfast, we clean the cabins. I’m sure they’ll enjoy talking to you then.”
Cleaning. That’s what Jongin wanted to do at eight in the morning.
“Yeah,” Jongin says, digging into his box of rice with a plastic spoon. “Say Yixing.” A hum is his response, and Jongin tries not to stare up at Yixing, choosing to focus on his breakfast instead. “What made you start counseling in the first place? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”
A pause. “Are we trading answers? I’ll answer your question if you answer one of mine.”
“Sure.”
“Well,” Yixing says quietly, a slow intake of breath. “I started because I uh, didn’t really get to enjoy my childhood. You could say it wasn’t exactly the best of childhoods.” There’s a way he says each word like he’s reminiscing, as if his memories are heavier than he’s revealing.
Jongin places his spoon down on the edge of his container. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me to ask. I didn’t know it was so…”
“It’s okay,” Yixing amends with a peal of laughter. The sound is drier than before, but it’s still just as sweet. “You asked, and it’s fine with me. I don’t mind.”
His eyes share the same sentiment, and Jongin feels a bit easier.
“So,” Yixing continues, swirling his spoon around at the base of his bowl. “Do you have someone special back home?”
It’s a bit of a random question, and Jongin almost knocks over his containers in surprise. Why would Yixing ask that? What kind of answer should he give him? Does Yixing share his feelings, or is it the effect of the ominous soup that’s making Yixing ask the question? Quickly, Jongin composes himself to his cool, suave image girls and boys back home used to fall for.
“Can’t say I do,” Jongin answers as his voice drops into a breathy whisper-he dubbed it the panty dropper because of how well it worked. Of course, when he used it in the past, he would wear almost nothing, but he likes to think its charm comes from the sound and not his attractive body.
Yixing’s eyes widen spectacularly as he gulps. “I uh, see.”
Jongin gleefully relishes in the way Yixing ducks away with a clandestine smile.
“Mister Jongin! That’s not how you fold a blanket!”
It’s too early in the morning to already be messing up, on simply cleaning duties no less. “I’m pretty sure this is how you fold a blanket.” Jongin pats at the haphazardly folded blanket in his arms and pouts like one of the campers.
The girl shakes her head with a, “No! No! No! You fold it like this.”
With grabby hands, she quickly takes the blanket from Jongin and immediately gets to work on folding it. Jongin’s kneels down beside her and watches with amazement. Seriously, he’s never seen someone fold a blanket so perfectly and when she’s done, it’s like a perfect square. The other campers are folding their blankets with similar precision, and Jongin is honestly a bit envious.
“Woah, that’s incredible!” Jongin pipes up as he ruffles her hair. “I hope I can learn from you. You’re like a professional blanket folder.”
The girl erupts into a bout of giggles, clutching her face with her hands before she turns to Jongin with a hug. Jongin is a bit stunned at how sudden it is, before he melts into the hug as well. This must be what Yixing is talking about when he said children make him happy.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can spot the way Yixing’s watching him with delight.
“Who’s ready for some volleyball?”
Yixing looks cute in his shorts. This is the fact that drives every single good feeling in the world. Jongin is infatuated with how perky Yixing’s little butt is as he paces around the court. It just looks so firm and squeezable and Jongin can just imagine how it would feel in his hands, all plush and soft. He quickly masks his obviousness with a cough when Yixing turns to him with a small, knowing look in his eyes.
“We’ll split into two teams. Mine, and Jongin’s.” Yixing quickly tosses the volleyball over to Jongin, who catches it before he’s rushed with a few kids jumping next to him, shouting to be on his team.
“Wait, wait,” Jongin says in between breathy laughs. “You can all be on my team okay?” There’s a chorus of cheers as the kids all jump in happiness, and it has Jongin smiling from ear to ear.
Yixing nods along before he assembles his own team of campers, taking his side of the court while Jongin does the same with his.
“So, I’ve never actually played volleyball before-” A loud groan erupts from the group of campers. “But! I’m sure you guys have. I’m counting on you guys to play the best you can okay?” The groan quickly turns into bouts of hollers as the kids all pump up for the match. They’re so enthusiastic about this.
Jongin wasn’t as sociable back when he was a kid. He remembers long days of loneliness, sitting by himself at the playground with his thoughts as company. He remembers playing with his action figures and having the characters from his favorite anime as his role models. To save the world and get rid of all the evil…that was a pipe dream as he grew up.
“Are you ready Jongin?” Yixing calls from afar, a triumphant grin plastered along his face.
But now, Jongin has better dreams. Realistic dreams. He wants to live life one day at a time and flow with the river of events, enjoying wherever it takes him. He hopes that Yixing is what he’ll find at the end.
Jongin mirrors his enthusiasm. “We’re ready!”
His team loses spectacularly.
But, seeing Yixing smile with his kids, his dimple proud along his cheeks, Jongin feels like the real winner here.
“What about you?”
Yixing’s question registers to Jongin only after they make it past the fifth corner along the mountain trail. The rucksack on his back is heavy, but Jongin’s used to the weight. Camping essentials have nothing on school textbooks. Shifting the weight over to his other shoulder, Jongin slows his steps so he’s walking side by side with Yixing.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
Yixing tilts his head as the canteens dangle on their hook. “What made you want to start counseling?”
Maybe it’s the way the sun’s beating on them now, but Yixing looks so radiant, like an angel sent from heaven. The shade from the trees filters in the sunlight and he’s sparkling. Then again, maybe Jongin’s coming down with something from sweating too much, and he only hopes he doesn’t look a complete mess.
“Uh, nothing really, exciting,” Jongin quickly says as he brushes his bangs back. It’s already starting to stick to his head from the heat, and the hours he spent on perfecting the perfect hairstyle is going down the drain. “I mean, everyone says I’m good with kids so they recommended it to me.”
Jongin tries to be nonchalant as he fusses with his hair, pouting when they start to stick in wild spikes. He wasn’t prepared for Yixing reaching over and brushing it all back, cautiously, like he’s afraid he’s already crossed too many lines. It catches Jongin off-guard, but he doesn’t mind, letting Yixing know by leaning forward a bit so he has better reach.
“You’re hair looks better like this,” Yixing says quietly as he pulls back. There’s pure fondness in his eyes.
Jongin can’t help the heat that pinks his cheeks. “Thanks?”
“It’s nothing,” Yixing’s voice is breathy. His tongue comes out to lick his lips and he’s searching for something, an answer, a confirmation.
He’s about to continue his words before one of the kids walk back from the trail to try and pull on Jongin’s hand. Immediately, his face drops and it has Jongin wondering what he was trying to say, what he was looking for. Another moment lost.
“Mister Jongin! Come on! You’re falling behind!”
Jongin recovers with a smile and takes the boy’s hand in his. “Okay, okay! I’m coming.” The dead weight of the conversation hangs on his shoulders, and Jongin musters up enough happiness to continue.
Yixing’s eyes linger on him as Jongin walks ahead.
Swimming was an activity that Jongin was looking forward to because when people think of summer, they automatically think of swimming-well, at least Jongin does.
It’s only the start of summer, but heat was already unbearable at high noon. It’s like the sun wanted to try and make Jongin’s life as miserable as it could be by making his clothes stick to him like a second skin. The thought of taking a refreshing dip in the lake was more than enough reason for Jongin to hurry up the mountain trail.
“Try to stick close to the bank and stay together!” Yixing shouts as the campers rush to jump into the lake. A mess of syllables is his reply, but they got the message.
Jongin settles beside Yixing as they watch from the shore. “So we’re lifeguards right?” He kicks at the dirt.
“That’s right. Did you want to go swimming?” There’s a teasing lilt to the end of his sentence, but Jongin can’t bring himself to feel ashamed because yes, he really wanted to.
Jongin’s shirt is already half way off before he stops. “Is it really that obvious?”
The answer doesn’t come right away. Yixing’s staring at something, and Jongin traces his gaze to realize, Yixing’s staring at his stomach. Well, the first thing that comes to mind is the fact that Yixing seems attracted to him. Why else would he want to stare at his body? The second thing is to clench the muscles in his stomach, abs becoming more prominent with definition.
There’s a strangled noise in Yixing’s throat and he’s turning away too fast to be a coincidence. So Yixing likes muscles then? Or maybe he’s just attracted to Jongin in general. Either way, Jongin is happy about this sudden realization.
“I’m going to take a dip.” Jongin says after a while, already taking off his shirt in the process. “Do you want to come too?”
Yixing can’t stare at him for more than two seconds before he has to look away, and really, Jongin shouldn’t be getting so much satisfaction in torturing the poor man like this. But he likes the attention, and he loves the way Yixing wants to look at his body. He doesn’t mind it one bit.
“No I uh, I’m good,” he intones. “You can go ahead. I’ll be here and, I’ll watch. The kids.”
Jongin’s lips spread into a smile. “If you say so.”
When Jongin walks over, the kids are already screaming as they gather near the edge of the lake. They want to play all sorts of games and Jongin can barely catch a few suggestions as he treads deeper into the water.
“It’s freezing!” he shouts while jumping back to the shore. His entire body scrunches up in pain as he shivers because he’s always been super sensitive to the cold. Crossing his arms over his chest, he sticks his bottom lip out as he whines, “How are you guys having fun? It’s so cold!”
“It is not!” the kids shout back and before they know it, they’re bickering back and forth. It only leads up to a symphony of laughter as Jongin exaggerates his reactions to the water as he steps back in.
They’re enjoying themselves, and it’s all Jongin could wish for.
“I’m going to be your dancing instructor,” Jongin explains as they gather around the concert hall.
One of the kids looks confused and raises her hand, waiting for the go ahead from Jongin to ask, “How long have you been dancing for Mister Jongin?”
“Since I was born,” Jongin answers and there’s a chorus of laughter that follows from both parties. “I’ve been dancing since I was in diapers, maybe even longer.”
As soon as the music starts, Jongin melts into the beats, the synths, slicing through the silence and sweat with each breath. This is his element, what he was made to do. It helped him in his rough times and it’s something Jongin would never trade away for anything. Each note in the air, Jongin catches it with his hands and transforms it into art, graceful and mesmerizing.
He’s closing his eyes, but he can feel everyone watching him with awe. The campers. The other counselors. Yixing.
When the music slows down to a softer tempo, Jongin opens his eyes carefully, shifting into a lighter dance. His footwork skirts along the hardwood floor, dancing atop moonlight and he’s suddenly flying through the air. He catches Yixing with his eyes and stays locked with him, losing himself within the stars inside.
Yixing’s eyes are only watching him, following him, tracing his every movement. He’s captivated, and there’s only want in his reflection.
The soundtrack finishes soon after, and the crowd roars in cheers, excitement, and applause. The hall is filled with so much noise, and it makes Jongin happy. It’s like he’s fourteen again and ending his first recital, feeling so accomplished.
So hopeful.
“Teach me!” One of the kids shout, and then everyone is asking Jongin to teach them, climbing onto the stage as they surround him with joy.
“Alright, I’ll teach everyone!”
He’s carved more memories, and they’re all filled with happiness.
The day slowly comes to an end around the campfire, with Yixing strumming his guitar and singing songs that everyone seems to know.
“Campfire songs tend to last,” Yixing explains. “Everyone just knows them because they’re iconic. Or something like that.” His fingers strum across the strings and he’s starting another melody, a brighter tone compared to the last.
Jongin’s ears perk up. “Oh! I think I know this one.”
“I do too!” One of the kids shouts as they raise their hand to give an answer. “Pick me! Pick me!”
“Okay,” Jongin cheers. “Go ahead!”
“It’s Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!” Jongin and Yixing both nod and the little girl squeals in happiness for being correct.
Glancing around the circle, Jongin studies how content everyone looks. They’ve all come here from different places, all with the same goal of enjoying their summer. To build memories that’ll last. And now, he’s a part of it all. A part of their childhood.
“Let’s have Jongin start,” Yixing suggests, and before Jongin can pass, the kids are already agreeing with little pleads.
Even Yixing joins in, making a cute little face, and even a few Pikachu noises to try and charm him. It works, if only because Jongin can’t resist him. Or maybe he can’t resist Pokemon. Hell, maybe he can’t resist Yixing and Pokemon.
“Fine, if you guys really want to hear horrible singing.” Jongin relents, and he’s swept away with the good times.
He starts off with the first line, and then the symphony of voices is all he can hear in the stillness of night. Swaying back and forth with the kids, Jongin allows himself to fall for the merriment, letting his eyes travel over until they lock with Yixing’s.
The fire illuminates Yixing with a warmth that Jongin never wants to let go.
“How did you enjoy your first day?” Yixing asks as soon as the children are tucked in their cabins.
It was hard having the children let go of Jongin, not wanting to go to bed because they love him and want to continue playing with him. Jongin assured them that he’ll be there tomorrow, and that they can have even more fun. They’re easily amused, but maybe it’s that level of innocence that Jongin misses. He misses being so young and seeing the world with eyes filled with dreams.
“I had a great time,” Jongin answers as he leans back on the steps.
The moon and the stars are high up tonight, and it’s something Jongin isn’t able to see back home. Usually the lights from the city are blinding, masking away the beauty of the night. But here, out in the open and away from the hustle and noise, Jongin is able to experience a wonder like no other.
Yixing smiles to himself. “I’m glad. I was a bit scared that you might not enjoy your time. It’s hard for people who have to experience it for the first time. But, it’s worth it.”
“It really is,” Jongin agrees. “The experiences here, they’re worth every bit of work.”
There’s undertones in the conversation that radiate in the darkness, revealing in bright, tiny sparks. Yixing still smells like fresh rain, but Jongin doesn’t find it weird anymore. Instead, he finds it intoxicating because it reminds him of what he’s been searching for.
“You kept your hair pushed back,” Yixing notes when the silence becomes heavy.
Jongin runs a hand absentmindedly through his hair. “I did, because…” The strands fall through his fingers like silk. “Of you.”
“Me?” There’s hope, Jongin thinks, in Yixing’s voice.
Jongin hums in reply, and he’s suddenly hyperaware of how close their bodies are. He’s noticing how smooth Yixing’s arms look in the light, how his chest rises with each careful breath. How his bangs fall over clear eyes and it’s too much.
“Summer is for memories right?”
Their lips brush for a fraction of a second, either side unsure of whether or not to continue. Jongin’s breathing sharply, and Yixing’s an absolute mirror, breaths parting in shallow pants. There’s a silent question, with Jongin asking if it’s okay, and Yixing answering with the affirmation. They clash, lips pressing against one another, and tongue swiping along skin for more.
Yixing’s forces back a choke when Jongin catches his bottom lip with his teeth, before sucking on it as an apology. Jongin presses his tongue inside slowly, licking up every inch he can reach, swallowing every moan that leaves Yixing’s throat.
“Jongin, I…”
A hand travels up along his chest, cautiously. Jongin lets him explore, feeling a bit adventurous, and Yixing takes his time caressing his body, every tight bit of muscle he can reach. He’s so careful with everything, and Jongin finds it amusing.
“It’s okay,” Jongin answers. “We have all summer.”
Yixing smiles into the kiss, and Jongin knows, this is where he needs to be. With the person he loves.
With Yixing.
Dear Taemin,
Summer camp is going well.
I learned a lot of cool things, and made a lot of news friends. The kids are actually cooler than you, and they’re all so wonderful.
I met someone. His name is Yixing, and I think he might be the one?
He’s smart and talented, and he’s good with kids. And, he can play the guitar!
Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything. Okay, that’s a lie. But, it’s nothing major don’t worry.
The water here is cold. Don’t bring shorts.
I think I’m warming up to Kyungsoo. He’s the chef here. I thought he hates me, but he said he stares at everyone, so I think he likes me.
Today, we’re going stargazing, and you have to come here one day at night! It’s incredible!
Oh! Before I forget, I’m attaching a photo of me and Yixing. Don’t be too jealous hahaha!
I have to go, so I’ll write to you soon!
PS. I’m writing you a letter because I want it to be authentic!
Love,
Jongin
♔